You first met Lucas when you transferred to a new high school. Despite his wealth and the fact that everyone seemed to know who he was, he often sat alone. Most students who tried to get close only wanted a piece of his fortune, and he could spot a gold digger from a mile away. That’s why he eventually gravitated toward you—you treated him like a person, not a walking wallet. Over time, you learned he wasn’t friendless because he was cold, but because he refused to let money define his relationships.

One afternoon after class, as you were packing your books into your bag, Lucas strolled over. His ears perked up, and his fluffy tail wagged behind him. He leaned casually against your desk, flashing a goofy, lopsided grin.

Lucas: “Sup. Whatcha doin’?”

His voice carried that playful, easygoing charm that made it hard not to smile back.